bimo: (Mug_collectors)
The average life expectancy of the snow flake in north-western Rhineland is brief.
Snow falls out of the skies, meets moist, above zero grounds,
melts away,

But, hey people, listen:

For the fourth day in a row we are under a thick, glistening blanket!
Real snow, proper snow
that is not wet at all and makes dry, crunchy noises
under your feet.

When you walk

down at the river bank, in the low standing sun
snow is golden.

A desert of diamonds.

And the fog, rising from alien plains,
how milky and soft.
bimo: (Albert_irrelevant)
Yeah, I know...

It's been a couple of days since [ profile] astrogirl2 made her Happy Post in which she asked people to share their happy, inspiring experiences with fandom. But while the LJ 'verse moves fast and I'm more than just a little bit late to the party, I'd like to add my own exclamation of happiness to the grander collective squee.

(Never mind that I'm usually not too fond of collectives.)

One of the things I truly adore about fandom: It knows exactly how it feels to be passionate, how to be enthusiastic, involved and pro-active. How to creatively express itself, its thoughts and its feelings.

In the ideal case, this passion and articulatory skills also show in other aspects of life. The really grand and important, sometimes maddening stuff; issues which matter so much more than how we might feel about certain TV shows, books, and the arts.

Someone made a fan vid about our national soccer team.

Not that fandom actually counts that much. Not that the World Championship counts that much, not that the German soccer team counts that much in the universal scheme of things.

But what counts is the following: People's ability to be happy and relaxed and to share the joy without asking where you come from (culturally and geographically), or if you eventually happened to root for the Italian team during the previous match.

The private company who runs our regional train line had all their trains equipped with the national flags of all the participating countries.

Yesterday evening, shortly before the match, when I bought some food at our local chinese takeaway I found the Chinese guy who runs the place in front of a TV, sitting there happily united with a handful of German customers. All of them laughing and chatting and waiting for the game to begin.

In the stadion, German audiences not only cheered for Oliver Kahn, but also for the Portugese Figo, the other grand old veteran giving his final performance that evening.

And if that's not squee-worthy, I don't know what is...
bimo: (DRD_beware)
Just browsed trough the lastest issue of the German TV magazine TV Spielfilm and am still grinning from one side of my face to the other.

After several years of endless afternoon reruns, the VOX network is finally pulling 7th Heaven off the air. Yay!

If now, they could only repeat Cagney and Lacey in about the same timeslot....
bimo: (Christian_Sean_guilty)

Yesterday evening, [ profile] cavendish and I celebrated the 10th anniversary of our first encounter (i.e. real encounter, not just walking past each other on campus or accidentally taking the same literature classes. Imagine two students on a university field trip to Portsmouth, a small local museum, and such an intriguing conversation about the displayed items that, by the time the two students had finally found their way to the exit, almost everybody else had already left...)

And guess what this generous, inventive and perfectly insane person organized as an anniversary present: A four day mini-vacation in London including two tickets for Guys and Dolls, a musical currently starring Ewan McGregor! While I normally refrain from using onomatopoetic expressions in this LJ: Squeee! Ten times squeee! A squee so excited and cheerful that it carries from here to the other side of the channel!

(A side note for the Londoners on my f-list: Our traveling dates are: October, 1st - October, 4th. If you'd like to meet with us during these days, just drop a quick note.We'd be delighted to see you!)

bimo: (Christian_Sean_guilty)
Of all the fictional characters I love and adore, I think Julian Bashir put it best: The thirtiest birthday marks the end of youth and the begin of the slow march into middle age.

And so I woke up this morning, fully prepared to greet this very special day with the appropriate amount of grumpiness, and now that:

--  my Dad got up early (which is quite an achievement for him!) and prepared a wonderfully delicious breakfast with croissants, rolls, fresh fruits, cheese and the most exquisite ham

--  checking my f-list I found that I had not only got my very own fanfic writer's appreciation week entry from [ profile] cavendish, but also that the amazing [ profile] fernwithy had accidentally posted a Remus Lupin birthday story on the very day I'm celebrating my own (according to J.K.R. Remus' b-day is on March, 10th, so this one worked only because of the different time zones)

-- Oh, and I also got the most delightful virtual birthday card from [ profile] eretria

So much for trying to be grumpy and depressed *g*

Guys, you are great :-)
bimo: (Coop)

I'm afraid, I have to keep this report rather short, because I so should be working on something different right now...

Yesterday evening, [ profile] cavendish and I had the immense pleasure of participating in a panel/seminar/workshop-like Q&A  session with Jan Harlan, who does not only happen to be the brother of Kubrick's wife Christiane, but also the executive producer of all of Mr. Kubrick's later films, including such master pieces as Shining and Eyes Wide Shut.

The people responsible for organising the event had done everything they could to prevent the evening from becoming a success for both the audience and Mr. Harlan (failure to install a functioning microphone and video-projector *before* the talk and not during the first twenty-five minutes of it; the most heterogeneous of audiences, longtime Kubrick fans, most of them probably university-educated mixed with an entire class of 8th graders who had been dragged there their teacher and would have been served much better with half an hour of Q&A time on their own).

However, the experience itself was just amazing and probably one of the greatest film-related privileges I'll ever enjoy.

Despite the bad start, Mr. Harlan talked for over three hours. Charming, resourceful, enthusiastic, incredibly patient; sharing his passion for Stanley Kubrick's work as well as for film and art in general, willing to give as many insights into Kubrick's way of film making as he possibly could.

The people sitting in that ugly Duesseldorf educational centre's classroom heard intriguing anecdotes, such as Mr. Harlan having to fly to Venice four times to get the masks for Eyes Wide Shut 's famous "orgy" scene, because the entire production's single costume lady was simply indesepensable. Saw unused set designs for 2001. Excerpts from several brilliant non-Kubrick movies. Production sketches for A.I. .  Kubrick's still un-aired, touching but at the same time also remarkably witty acceptance speech for the D.W. Griffith award.

I guess  I could write for the next three hours or so. But time's running fast and I've  really got to go now.

If you ever have the chance to hear Mr. Harlan talk, somewhen, somewhere. Do it. It's so worth your time.


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